The showcase in the window
During the early hours, the street signs were illuminated by dim streetlights as I strolled along the cobblestone path, aiming for a doorway frequently mistaken for an unremarkable abode. Although it was green and somewhat shabby, with peeling paint and perpetually drawn curtains, it was known to be a haven for kink lovers.
Everyone keen on this hidden gem would arrive here on a regular basis. The storefront was small but intriguing. While most visitors would hastily pass by this place, appreciating its subtle exterior, I already felt home in this town. I was introduced to this shop by my college friend, who shared my interests, and suggested I pay it a visit while there on my research trip in Spain.
The doorbell rang, announcing my presence, and Jenna, a striking woman with jet-black hair, emerged from the backroom. She wore a latex crop top which showed off her generous cleavage, and her tattoos accentuated her dominatrix look. Was I ever intrigued!
"Hi Jenna, my goods have arrived," I said, already anticipating my next purchases.
As much as I wanted my entire body to fall apart from the merest touch of her, I had been here multiple times and already browsed the store's collection, but my curiosity could not be satiated.
Her store was divided into two sections. The main room housed an array of kinky attire, including clothes, lingerie, catsuits, corsets, trousers, skirts, and even chainmail. It would be perfectly normal for someone to browse here conventionally, but those who fully understood the delights behind the back door would not hesitate to venture further in.
In the back room, which I and other regulars frequented, it truly epitomized my perverse fascination. It housed an expansive display of bondage gadgets, including whips, gags, harnesses, hoods, dildos, and plugs. The walls were lined with handcuffs, straightjackets, and dom attire. You could even find devices with remote controls, and larger fixures such as cages and boxes that one could crawl inside.
One of my more rebellious moves was to buy a pair of latex panties with a dildo hidden away. It had belonged to a girl prior and still retained the scent of her arousal. After wearing them, I restrained myself tightly with them. It was an absolute turn-on!
After many visits, my walking into the shop became less timid. I was introduced to a variety of products and slowly became a familiar face. Yes, a regular! I liked bondage more than any other woman - the more chains, the hotter it was. Although I desired to be entirely restrained, with no reliable partner, it was challenging. I usually relied on keys or timers to keep me from squirming.
Sometimes, Jenna demonstrated impressive products like a straightjacket with a built-in timer which would lock me in and release me when time was up - giving me a well-deserved tease, not having to be tied up by another. Nonetheless, this expensive toy could dent my budget.
I couldn't hide the excitement on my face as she showed me the straightjacket, with its black canvas and multi-buckled straps. It was an excellent way to be under lock and key without relying on another person. Because I had already used it, it could not be returned, but Jenna had a proposition for me: "So, since you're a regular now, how about an agreement? After all, this is my favorite place," she said.
I stared at her inquisitively. I've known Jenna for a short time, and I knew she could be quite mischievous. One day while helping me try on a pair of cuffs, she tied me up in the changing room while she helped another customer. Only coming back to stick a ball gag in my mouth because I was making too much noise and interrupting her sale.
"There's an event in town tonight where all the shops will be open, and a large local BDSM group will be hosting an exhibition at the castle Noir. I could use a little display in the window to attract some attention. You'll be fully clothed, of course, and your face covered, but I want you to show off some of my equipment. Sales have been a bit slow lately, and this could definitely draw people in the store."
Anyone who knew me knew I had a great body, and I loved showing it off, especially in snug outfits.
I was hesitant, but I wanted this straitjacket, so I agreed. Jenna removed the jacket, placed it back in the box, and told me to return at four this afternoon to get ready. I would get the jacket as payment at the end of the night.
The next few hours flew by. I returned to the store just before four, and Jenna was waiting there with a grin on her face. She had already picked out everything she wanted me in, as I saw all the items ready on a cart in the front room. She was definitely going to enjoy this part, I could tell by the look on her face.
I entered the shop, and Jenna instructed me to strip immediately in the front room. I stripped and revealed a full latex suit. I slipped it on, zipped it up the back, and it hugged all my curves, as Jenna already knew my size from my previous orders. That was followed by a rubber hood, which completely enclosed me, making me look like a rubber doll.
In the mirror, a shadowy figure stared back, only my deep blue eyes could be seen through the darkness. My black hair was visible at the top, in a tight ponytail.
Next, Jenna placed my feet in ballet boots, forcing me to stand on my toes. They were then laced up my calf, securing them in place. I was then restrained in a black corset, compressing my chest, making it difficult to breathe, and pushing my breasts together, making them protrude outward. Finally, a jaw gag was inserted into my mouth, followed by a harness which encircled my head and was locked behind me with a small heart-shaped lock.
I was led to a stand in front of the shop window, a metal plate on the floor, bolted at each corner. A pole rose from the center, with a large black, veiny dildo on it. I was placed on top of it, and the zipper in my suit was undone. A large plug was inserted into my ass. I groaned into my gag from the discomfort as the cold lube-covered plug went in.
Jenna unlocked the pole, raised it, and slid the dildo up until it held me in place. It caused a loud groan from me when it went in as far as it could. My hands were cuffed behind my back, and my ankles were chained together for added security. A blindfold was attached to the head harness, taking away my vision.
I was now a rubber doll, exhibited and restrained, ready to be displayed. She admired her handiwork as she slapped my rubber-clad ass. She was wet just looking at me; I could tell. I was soaked already in this catsuit, so I would probably buy it too. And she knew I'd want these items since they couldn't be resold unless put in the box. Therefore, it would mean more expenses.
I could hear her opening the curtains. Voices and footsteps approached along the street. The night lasted forever. Many people entered the store, and Jenna showed off my display, explaining the items and gear I was wearing and letting customers touch them. Hands felt my suit, manually tugging on my harness straps, and some even kicked my pole, causing the rubber monster to move inside me.
I moaned as I leaned forward. My juices dripped down the pole from the underside of my suit. I was embarrassed, but there was nowhere for me to hide. Some women remarked that they wished they were me, while others wished they could rent me or bring me to their living room.
I was definitely attracting customers as Jenna had hoped. I could hear the ting of the register each time there was a sale. When the night was over, I heard Jenna say goodbye to the last customer and was relieved. My mouth ached from the gag, and my ass was sore from the dildo's constant movement. But soon I'd be home, in my bed, or better yet in my straitjacket, having the best orgasm of my life.
That thought was interrupted by a stinging slap to my ass from Jenna. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Just stand there and be a good toy for everyone to play with."
Since you're broke and need to cover the cost of your dirty gear, you'll be forking over the cash tonight.
Jenna shut the blinds and removed my cover, displaying her in an identical latex catsuit and a matching corset. She held a whip in her right hand and wore a mischievous grin on her face.
"We're about to have a seriously wild evening," she said.
Groaning through my gag, it seems like I won't be leaving tonight.
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